Cinder was unsure of what they were going to do. Every plan she came up with was missing one important detail. A single plan might've worked, but for that she would need Wolf to cooperate with them, something unlikely to happen until they found Scarlet. And Cinder had no ideas as to get the young woman off of Luna.

"Cinder?" Iko walked into Cinder's room, tightening the scarf she wore over the hole in her neck that Cinder hadn't had the supplies to repair. "I think I might have an idea for a plan."

"Really? What? I'm fresh out of ideas."

"The thing is, there are two things I need for this to work," Iko shifted nervously from one foot to the other. "We need a willing, former Lunar Special Operative and a French woman with a gun."

"Oh, my, stars above! Iko, we've been over this. There isn't a reasonable way to get Scarlet back. I need a real plan." Cinder ran her hand through her hair, letting out a sigh of exasperation. Cress, Iko, and Wolf were all quite determined to get Scarlet back. Cinder often saw them huddling together and discussing something with utmost importance. Thorne seemed to be in on it, too.

"Well..." Iko pulled Cinder off her bed. "I might not have a plan to get her back, but I know someone who does."


Winter stood with the portscreen she had swiped from the last Earthen visitor, waiting for them to call her. Tilting the port, she could see something she hadn't seen in years- herself. Her reflection reflected a beautiful, young girl with three scars, not marring her perfection, but enhancing it.

D-COMM request: Mechanic. Accept?

"Accept."

A girl with blue hair and toffee colored skin smiled at Winter. "We're all here, Winter. Just wait a minute. Cinder is trying to get Wolf over here, and it's mega important he hears the plan. He needs to know his alpha will be with him again, soon."

"Wait, did you say alpha?" Iko nodded. "Is that what they call each other? Alphas?" Another nod. "That's cute. Scarlet has called out to him in her sleep quite a few times."

Cinder walked in with Wolf slouching in behind her. "Well, cousin, it's time you told us your plan."